The ancient Templars lived here alone
The chapel in the forest was their home
They were mighty and glorious were their lives
So the aristocracy wanted them to die

Down in the forest of the ghosts
I can hear the ringing of the swords
Fading screams of fallen warriors
Sounds of cutting meat and braking bones

The battle was long and no one survived
Died by the sword, others eaten by wolves
The ground was bloody and filled by corpses
The stench of death cursed the forest

Even now they rise from their graves
To fight their battle once again
When the ghosts in the chapel ring the bells
They are awakening the evil right from hell

War, war, war, war

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